Whatevs. Seriously, there is no way I’m gonna bag on a bitch for giving up drugs. It’s a little much to constantly snark on a bitch for being a high-ass mess and then give him shit for quitting and growing a double chin. Obesity kills you a lot slower than an the eventual overdose from a mystery eightball some dirty bird sells you does. Cheeseburger ahoy, Pete Doherty. You have my blessing.
Wearing a black suit and his trademark brown trilby, the singer’s white shirt appeared to be straining against his greatly increased girth which seems to have expanded after spending a month in rehab to kick his addiction to drugs.
Clearly, Pete rediscovered his appetite for all things edible during his stay at the Clouds Clinic as the once waif-like Doherty looked much rounder in his face, but healthier than he has for some time.
Right. The British press is like Prince’s mother, they’re never satisfied. Though I’m probably being kind as a karma leveler for wishing Paris would die in a fire in the last post. Pete benefited.